Thursday I went to get my passport. There was this fear with my sinuses being the way they are I would receive certain looks if I even remotely coughed in public. Trust me when I say if I could have avoided getting sick the same week I made my passport appointment I would have. That was not the case though. And I did the vampire cough and still received looks all the same. Oh well.
The important thing is I finally have a passport. Well, kinda. I have a passport on the way. After all, they do not magically make you one right then and there on the spot. I’ve said for a while I should invest in one and another friend getting hers last year did not help that desire. The problem is now even though I have yet to take this vacation, which is a Caribbean Cruise on the Oasis of the Seas, I know this is going to unleash the wish to travel more often.
I can’t say that I haven’t yearned for some sort of a vacation for a while now. The last time I actually went on vacation was my senior year of high school. And though I don’t want to count how long ago that was, I can admit that was fifteen years and counting. All of this has me already debating on actually going places with family, friends, and my father as well. In fact, all of this lead to a conversation about vacations with him recently that went something like this:
Me: I think we should take a vacation next year.
Dad: Oh yeah? Where do you think we should go?
My dad laughs. I’m assuming this is partly because most daughters do not recommend going to Vegas with their fathers.
Me: I think we should go for mom. It just makes good sense to me. You can see the Britney show. I can see Donny and Marie. It’s a win-win for everybody! And hopefully we come back a little richer.
Dad: Vegas huh?
Me: Or Savannah.
Dad: What’s in Savannah.
Me: ALL THE GHOSTS!
Dad: That’s really why you want to go to Savannah?
Me: Yes. Well…that and Civil War history.
Dad: How far is Savannah from here?
Me: About five hours.
Me: It’s not that far!!!
Dad: That’s pretty far.
Me: NOT. THAT. FAR. ALL THE GHOSTS!
Granted, I don’t think this is going to happen anytime soon, or next year. I like my dream. I know my friend wants to go to Vegas too for her birthday in two years. I keep hoping my finances allow me to go with her. I’m not giving up on that dream though. And while I know it isn’t necessarily a dream that I would have made for myself, I want to go somewhere that my mother had dreams of going and never was able to go as well. For some reason I think I will be a mess once I’m there though. After all, I got teary eyed during the Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again trailer before The Greatest Showman the other day.
I do know one thing though. I want to travel. I want to go places and get stamps in my passport. A trip for New York and California is a must in my mind. I want to get a bit more healthy before either of those or getting on a plane. I have this irrational fear of being told I need to buy another seat because if not I’d be making someone else uncomfortable. Being kicked off a flight for being able not to afford another seat is not my idea of a good time. And lord knows I cannot afford first class. The fact I’m even going on this trip is a blessing and I’m beyond excited and grateful for the opportunity and invite.
But I say all this to put it out there. I want to get healthier. I want to stop eating out so much. I hate that I have the want to do so. Trips to Scotland, Ireland, and London are in order. Getting healthier will aid in those trips, as well as the ones I want to take stateside because a great deal of walking would be in order. I want to see the Grand Canyon for myself one day instead of merely in pictures. There are so many places I want to go and while some of those places do take place in the great city of Atlanta, I’m looking forward just as much to the ones that take place outside of the great state of Georgia as well. Now if all the places I wanted to go had haunted ghost tours life would be perfect. Until then, I’ll take close to perfect.